roads may follow The parting of the ways In times of doubt and danger Think about this moment Look back on these days And don't be a stranger The spoils
could only touch me now Stranger from the past Don't hesitate Now we're standing face to face If heaven is the only place Would you take my hand? Just
o Lyrics Don?t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Which
They don't much care for you No, they don't like your kind The way you look, walk or the way you talk The way you always speak your mind But you want
I don't believe you) It's a good good feeling, oh yes it isa?¦ (I still don't believe you) Ohhh, I don't care if you don't believe me (I don' believe
ass Show me what you workin with Came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo ass Be cool, and don't worry about how
strangers watch im looking out for cops you a girl with no fear people put ya hands in the air for the GQ man of the year that bentley that polstry leather, the leather that be
off mi big Magnum Spray off in the lobby, call us the Shower Posse The Don Gogen, come through stylin' hard But 2 goons from the Sherlock Squadron It be a
I should be in Hollywood Just for a second there I thought I saw something move Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag Only a
you All I can do to keep from telling you so I wasn't looking for love when I found you Just someone to be with and have a good time But I get these strange
the weed be Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad MC's make me vomit I get controversial Freak your style with no rehearsal Ooo, contraire mon frere Don't you even go there Me without a
fake smile and keep strollin' Locc, right See them busters in the corner, they don't like my hood I don't like their hood, so it ain't all good So keep
of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin' you a note A letter to
fuckin with a lame, nope not me mayne I ain't got shit for ya, matter fact, I don't know ya That's all I'm a show ya, 'cause that's all a nigga owe ya
Headed Stranger, I stood up and said "Don't touch my Willie I don't know you that well Help yourself to some Haggard or some Jones Hell or anybody else" "I don't
who now a days And all of our love we be showing They might not be showing the same type of love back Matter of fact they might not be in there for
you're a superstar because you're a marked man And everyone's coming for you The, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king They wanna be the,
some fun So I called billy But either he didn't hear me or he didn't want to answer Which was so strange Because Even if I don't like reunions I've always
